you are the enemy
i’m not the way i look
the sun drowns me in
the best way i’ve known
you are the carpenter
you build me up and up
the walls collapse inside
and i fall back down
the clouds treat me in all the wrong ways
the clouds treat me in all the wrong ways
the clouds treat me in all the wrong ways
the clouds treat me in all the wrong ways
if i’m supposed to burn i’ll burn
you make my stomach hurt
you make my insides turn
if i’m supposed to burn i’ll burn
you are the closest star
i’m on a different orbit
walking towards the dark
walking towards the darkness
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